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For: @acuriouslittlepirate
Request: This is a little
bit cliche but there was
this soulmate AU where a
person would have a black
spot on their body, and
when their soulmate
touches the spot for the
first time, the black spot
would change to a vibrant
color.

So, (y/n) doesn't have a
black spot on her body, only
black hair. She went to a
MCR concert (Gee has his
famous red hair in this
one) and when she got the
chance to hug him, he
accidentally touches her
hair and it changed to
the same shade as his.
You can alter how they
made contact if you want
to. Thanks <3

(Ps, Gee has his spot on
his hand and is hoping that
he would find his soulmate
by meeting his fans)
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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

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SOULMATE AU.

"Why?"

You groaned in agony, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror after yet another failed hair dye attempt. The bottle of bleach on the countertop was the strongest one on the cosmetic market, and yet it still hadn't been able to iradicate the jet black colour of your hair.

Picking up the bottle of coloured dye, you turned to address your best friend, through the screen of your cellphone.

"That's the fifth time in two weeks," you informed, your shoulders slumping.

Knowing how badly you had wanted to change your hair colour (and that you had been trying for years to do it), (Y/B/F) repositioned herself so that her rainbow hair was out of frame.

"Sorry," she sympathised, pouting slightly, "but hey, it's not forever. Just until you meet your soulmate."

"Ha!" you laughed, "Because that's been going so well."

Shaking your head, you angrily tossed the useless hair products and empty boxes into the bin.

"Tell me about it," (Y/B/F) mumbled, looking down at the black spot on her knee. 

"I refuse to accept the fact that out of every living thing in the entire universe I was the only one cursed with having their soulmate spot be their fucking hair," you grumbled hatefully, leaning in closer to the mirror as you combed your fingers through the strands framing your face, "It's an injustice."

An amused scoff. "How do you know you're the only one?"

You turned, giving her a bored look. "You ever heard of another abomination like this?" you questioned, flicking your hair around for emphasis. 

"I heard that this one guy had his on his di-"

"Last I checked, that's still part of the body," you interrupted.

"Techincally, so is hair."

Rolling your eyes, you picked up your phone from the shelf next to the mirror, moving to flip the light switch. Pulling the door mostly closed, you headed towards your bed.

"So much for having dyed hair for the concert tomorrow," you said as you pulled back the covers and let your body drop down onto the mattress. You held your phone in the air as you continued speaking. "My emoness is on the decline."

"You're being slightly overdramatic."

"Maybe I should just shave my head. Get a wig."

(Y/B/F) raised her brows. "Then how will you know if you've met your soulmate?"

Blowing a raspberry, you burrowed further into the comfort of your blankets. "At this point, I'm pretty convinced I don't have one."

The next day. My Chemical Romance meet and greet.

"I can't believe this is happening. Can you believe this is happening? 'Cause I can't. I can't believe this is happening."

Slowly lifting your head from looking down at your phone screen, you furrowed your brows as you stared at your friend. Her eyes were so wide they looked as though they would pop out of their sockets at any moment.

Your gaze dropped down to her bouncing leg. "Are you high?"

"I don't know but those nice people over there – HI GUYS! – gave me a cupcake and it was bitchin'!"

"Wow," you laughed, placing an arm around her shoulders and guiding her forward. You did a quick head count of the people ahead of you. "We're almost at the front."

Gasping, (Y/B/F) began hitting the back of her hand against your shoulder excitedly. "We're meeting My Chemical fucking Romance," she whisper-shrieked, gripping your arm tightly.

Reality set in for you at that moment, and you gripped her hand over your arm. "I fucking know."

"Next!"

Everyone in line shuffled forward as the foremost group of people took their turn in approaching the rockstars. There was now only one person standing between you and the band members, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek in a mock attempt at supressing the bubbly feeling in your stomach.

The next couple of moments passed by in a blur and before you knew it, you were stepping up and coming face-to-face with Ray Toro, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hi, thanks for coming," he said politely, scribbling his signature on one of the pages of the CD booklet you had handed over.

"Thanks for existing."

His face lit up as he laughed. "Oh, well you, too!"

The two of you shared a smile before he slid the booklet over to Mikey, and you moved in front of the bassist, leaving (Y/B/F) to have her turn with Ray.

Being the introvert that he is, Mikey merely offered a soft hello as he signed the booklet, and the faintest of smiles as he looked up at you. As his hand moved across the page, your eyes landed upon the bright blue spot on the inside of his wrist and even though you didn't want to, you couldn't help but feel a tiny bit jealous.

As he passed the booklet on to Frank, Mikey noticed your gaze – so strong that it was practically boring a hole in his skin – and leaned in across the table.

"Hey," he whispered, capturing your attention, "you'll find them soon. I promise."

It become hard to swallow all of a sudden, and before the burning sensation in your eyes could manifest themselves into tears, you cleared your throat and nodded.

"Thank you."

The bassist reached out to give your hand a quick squeeze, then let you carry on down the line and toward Frank.

"Hey, how are ya?"

The lively voice of the youngest musician lifted your spirits in an instant; your instinctual reaction to his question was a beaming smile.

"I'm meeting my favorite band so... fantastic?" you chuckled, pushing your hair back, "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm awesome." He pointed his Sharpie at your shirt, then used it to sign the booklet. "Rad shirt, by the way."

You looked down at your Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt with a lopsided grin. "Yeah," you shrugged, "I would've worn my MCR one but I wanted it clean for the show tonight."

Frank delivered one of his signature smiles as he handed the CD booklet over to you. "Well, here's hoping you're close enough for us to see you in it."

"Oh," you scoffed, "I will be."

"Promise?"

The guitarist's subtle flirtations – albeit flattering – were not at all desired (or reciprocated) by yourself. There was only one band member that made your stomach do cartwheels and your heart go into cardiac arrest – and you were merely seconds away from officially meeting him.

You got light-headed at the thought.

Although Gerard wholly captivated you, the chances of anything more than a regular fan-artist interaction transpiring between you two were little to none; you knew this.

So, indulging in Frank's light-hearted flirting was harmless. Besides, it would be impolite not to reply, wouldn't it?

"I promise."

Clutching your booklet tightly, you drew in a deep breath as you stepped up to the last seat -at the table.

Gerard was truly beautiful, and nothing in the world could ever compare to just how strikingly attractive he was in person.

That being said, the second you laid eyes on him, you almost tripped over your own feet. But you were able to save yourself from that embarrassment, and managed to muster up enough confidence to look the singer in the eye.

"Hi," he greeted, his soft voice a direct contrast to his edgy outfit and overly bright hair.

"Hi."

A moment passed, in which neither of you said or did anything, but in which you tried to reprogram your head into thinking straight. The fact that you were meeting Gerard Way seemed too surreal for you to comprehend.

Eventually, Gerard initiated, nodding his head to the booklet in your hands. "Got something for me?"

Shaking off your petrified state, you quickly handed over the booklet. "Yes! Sorry," you shook your head and chuckled nervously, "I've just been waiting for this for a really long time and now that it's actually happening... well, let's just say I'm properly freaking out."

Gerard laughed softly, raising his brows. "If this is what you call 'freaking out', then I don't know..."

Biting your bottom lip, you fiddled with the strap of your bag as you thought about all the things you wanted to say to the man sitting in front of you. There were so many, too many, and you weren't sure whether or not to speak.

As you watched him sign over his picture in the book, it dawned on you that you might never have the oppurtunity to talk to him ever again and that if you didn't take your chance now, you'd regret it forever.

"Hey," you blurted, causing him to look up at you, "I know you probably hear this a lot but... I just want to say thank you. You've done so much... been such an inspiration – a hero – to so many people. You've saved so many lives and- and you're just so talented and fucking incredible. And there's so much more that I want to say to you but," you laughed awkwardly, "I, for the life of me, can't think of any of them right now and I'm pretty sure I've screwed this up already, so I'll just shut up now."

With the most sincere look in his eyes, Gerard stared at you, lightly shaking his head. "No. No screw-ups. Thank you. It really... it just... it's nice... to hear stuff like that." He let out a sudden laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "God, that sounded really self-absorbed, didn't it?"

Shaking your head furiously, you refuted. "No," you frowned, "not at all."

He smiled at you.

Your knees nearly gave in.

You had no idea where the sudden surge of confidence came from, but you capitalised on it by asking him if you could hug him.

Gerard's face fell. "We're not allowed to hug anyone. Security is pretty pressed around here."

"Oh." Your shoulders dropped.

"Fucking stupid, if you ask me, but it's the rules. And they get really pissed off when we don't follow them. I'm sorry," he apologised, creasing his forehead and brow.

You waved it off. "No, no, it's alright. I understand. Safety first and all that."

"Yeah," he said softly, nodding; he seemed just as disappointed as you by the fact.

"I'll never forget this," you gave a small smile, "It was great meeting you, Gerard."

"You too..."

"(Y/N)."

He smiled, and held out your booklet for you to take. "(Y/N)."

Reaching out, you gently took it from him. As you did, your fingers brushed against his, and your entire body felt as if it were on fire. It was a feeling that could only be described as otherwordly.

Gerard felt it too, that much was clear in the way that his head jerked up to look at you. When he did, he squinted his eyes, noticing something just as otherwordly as the feeling you had both just experienced.

Opening his mouth, it was his intention to say something; exactly what, he didn't know, but something).

But as soon as you had taken your booklet from his hands, security had begun ushering you away, leaving him open-mouthed and wide-eyed as he watched you and your bright red hair head toward the exit.

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Thank you for reading x